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Weekly Writing Challenge: The Girl At the Top of the Stairs
Go for a classic genre of suspense: write a horror story, using the break to build tension as your readers move to the next page. Papa was stupid. That was all I could think of as I lay in bed thinking...
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Philip Seymour Hoffman, You Left Us Too Soon…
Originally posted on Love, Sex & Other Dirty Words:Oscar-winning actor Philip Seymour Hoffman was found dead in his New York apartment on Sunday. He was 46. Law enforcement officials said Hoffman...
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Daily Prompt: Losing You
Unexpectedly, you lose your job. (Or a loved one. Or something or someone important to you.) What do you do next? Photographers, artists, poets: show us LOSS. Distance tempered the loss, but it’s there...
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Weekly Writing Challenge: Object
The clock is loud, its tick-tock echoing somewhere in the room. When I find it, it’s inside the entertainment cabinet, its battery slowly running out for the digital readout for the fourth city – now...
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Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years
For this week’s writing challenge, we’re asking you to explore what age means to you. Is the the loss of youth, or the cultivation of wisdom? Do things get better as you grow older, or worse? There are...
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Daily Prompt: This Much is True…Yet Not So True
For today’s prompt, (I) tell us three things that you believe in your heart to be true. (II) Tell us three things you believe in your heart to be false. I. This much is true, that all men must die no...
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So Much To Say
For the first time in a long time I thought of you today the second of my two fathers there is so much I want to say - you were the first man to believe in me not because you wanted something back, you...
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Being Here
There’s nothing worse than dying on a day like today it’s a Friday, for crying out loud - how on earth can you pose such a question? Such things should never be allowed when the weekend is now upon us...
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For Jonas
Your father died tonight while you were attending evening class, listening to me talk about pain and sleeplessness, never knowing things weren’t meant to last. You cried as I held you, trembling as you...
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OT: My Rosie (Or Why I Write)
One night, three months ago now, while driving one hour each way to one of my gigs, I heard a song on the radio that made me drop everything else I was writing. I wouldn’t know its title, nor hear it...
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We Never Truly Know
We never truly know what goes on behind closed doors For behind each smile could hide a frown Behind each happy face that we see and ignore There’s someone who needs a little lift because he’s down We...
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Palimpsest
It’s been a year since you died, since a distant cousin posted a video of your body being pushed into the furnace – on Facebook, no less - out of goodwill because none of us could be there for you,...
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Requiem
What’s this world coming to? What kind of world are we sending our children into? When we kill indiscriminately, with no remorse, no hesitation a life extinguished before the eyes of a nation he was...
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Once Upon A Time
For today’s prompt, I’m supposed to write my obituary. I think it’s rather morbid but at the same time, who else knows you better than yourself? Still, it’s tough to ask one to write her own obituary...
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Memento Mori
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: death, facebook, friends, life, memory, poem, poetry
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This Day Two Years Ago [Nonet]
on this day two years ago, he died, driven home from the hospital for it was cheaper to die at home, not surrounded by his children for they were too far from home, now on their own.Filed under: nonet,...
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November Is Not Just For NaNoWriMo
November has always been about passages for me, life changes and transitions. I always wondered if my own clock was more in tune with the earth than it was with the Gregorian calendar, though now I...
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Pam
five years ago today you passed away but I still can’t believe you’re gone i never got to say good-bye nor understand why though memories of you live on but i finally did get to pen those stories in...
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Birthday
Today would have been your birthday though I don’t remember how old you would have been, the years since you passed away marked by poems of things not felt and sights not seen dulled by the years of...
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when you looked in the mirror that last day, what did you see? did you see only the little broken girl that you used to be? did you think she’d remain wounded forever unable to… More
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